#dark namor x reader
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
FORBIDDEN FRUIT || T.O.C
PAIRINGS: NAMOR x BLACK!SPIDER-WOMAN!READER
TAGS: No use of Y/N, story is written in POV: Second, major spoilers for Wakanda Forever, Slight!Dark Namor.
SUMMARY: The king is dead. The Black Panther is no more. Your king, best friend and protector lies with the ancestors now. Just when you believed your life couldn't get any more fucked up, you cross paths with a man whom claims himself to be the ruler of Talokan.... No matter how much you truly hate him, there was no escape.
IMPORTANT NOTES, PLEASE READ: This fanfic was originally posted the same year that Wakanda Forever had came out. Due to writers block and lack of updates, I am now reworking and tweaking the story a bit two years later. Reader is also written from a black person's perspective and aimed as Spider-Woman. I've already came up with a suit concept for it and hoping to post sketches of it in the future. No name is written for reader nor is there any use of Y/N. Please note updates will vary depending on my schedule.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE: THE KING IS....
CHAPTER ONE: WHAT IS GRIEF?
CHAPTER TWO: STEPPING POINT.
#x reader#female reader#namor of talokan x reader#namor x reader#tchalla & reader#black panther wakanda forever x reader#wakanda forever#spider woman reader#spoilers for wakanda forever#black reader#black panther fanfic#dark namor#dark namor x reader#marvel x reader#shuri & reader
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
FABLES & PARABLES 3|?
Summary: You try to find relief from the curse. The relief follows you home.
Warning: NON-CON (due to sex pollen) , religious themes, non-consensual voyeurism, magical sex pollen, dream-walking, mentions of abortion, attempted forced pregnancy.
PART ONE PART TWO
“Where are you going?” You asked.
The beach-” Your roommate answered, almost soundlessly. Before she took a glance at the pile of blankets and dissertation papers you've become. “I would invite you but you seem too comfy bedrotting to join."
You looked at the mess you’ve become. At the smell you were for sure letting off. But you didn’t want to move. Moving meant having to look at people and trying not to jump them. Moving meant, your guts being twisted and heart aching and the inability to focus on anything but the dryness of her tongue coming back tenfold.
But your roommate was looking at you like that. Like you were a lost cause, and suddenly you remembered where you were. In a new country that you probably couldn't afford to visit again. And you were what? Sitting on your ass? You probably came off like a loser. She probably regretted even bunking with you. So you ignored the twist in your gut, and you smiled. Like a gun was to your head. “Nah, i wanna go.”
“Oh really?” she cocked her head, eyes squinted.
“Yeah, maybe it’ll be good to get some damn fresh air.”
—-
It was not good for you.
You underestimated just how much being inside actually alleviated the cramps that twisted in your gut. The moment you stepped on hot sand, you could just about fall to your knees. But you put up a good front. Instead, you sat at the bon fire that flicked and licked at the sky. A quick wick and you laughed until you felt bile reach up your throat and your eyes linger on everyones body a little bit longer than usual. There's skin showing everywhere and you’re not hiding it. Your eyes lap on exposed skin, crinkled locs, cushioned breasts and the over affectionate throwing of hands put on you.
You were all bundled around a fire.
Combined with your internal heat, you could just about say that you were in hell as your tummies settled with the alcohol and weed gummies. Ok maybe you were being dramatic. This actually was kind of nice. Even if you were currently running hot enough to boil the Atlantic sea. Before around you, murmuring and loud conversations took over the sound of the fire.
“I swear to fucking god,” said one of your classmates with their arms stretched out in the dirt. It was a dude with sallow brown eyes, his hair a wave of braids and sea beads and dark skin that glimmered so much under the moonlight that he kind of looked like a mermaid. Or maybe you were just too crossfaded. He grumbled at the fire. “Im getting a fucking refund, we haven't done shit.”
You all hummed in agreement. Or well you tried to, you hummed and it was more of a strangled gasp. Painful and lacking relief. You felt like shit, looked it too, with sweat beading down your face, as your entire body went slick with perspiration. The fire made it worse. It was taunting you. Each lick and flame forcing even your swimsuit to go damp and damn maybe you were too high.
Whatever.
The merman was right. This was a waste of a trip and none of you actually went to the landmarks you needed. Well, one tried but she simply got stuck in the rain. And then it took her an entire two hours to get back, that was a good enough warning for the lot of you.
“Teotihuacan will be better.” You somehow managed to say cause it had to be, it just had to. This was simply a fluke and this sickness was a fluke and it didn’t take long for everyone to agree and continue muttering more of their grievances before they decided to do something else.
A midnight swim, they said as you guys dipped into the waters. The smell of salty sea and the sunscreen you hazardly sprayed on before you got here invading your nose. Of course, this was probably a stupid idea. You expect that after you put a foot in, somehow the sensation of being high and drunk and then hot and now wet would successfully force you into an early coma.
You pushed forward anyway.
Slowly, you dipped in feet first, the water kissing your knees, till it's wrapped around your neck and you waited, and waited but the consequences never came.
Instead, it's a relief.
A jaw numbing, deep inhaling, blood curdling relief. It's a fist unclenching, and your body going lax as you dipped into the water and felt it cradle you like a babe with its waves in your hair and the rushing of currents at your calves.
In the water you quaked and you swallowed. Then there's a hand on your shoulder. Warm and insistent. As the water breezed over you, washing over your face until the currents embrace felt like fingers that brushed against your thigh. Until it felt like multiple wet, slimy hands were at your hips. Caressing your skin, then digging and pulling and, what happened next was kind of foggy but you remembered one thing. The sight of opal skin, talons at your breast and oh yes–
You started screaming.
.
.
And everyone stared.
–
Somehow afterwards, when the staring turned to worried concern and then uncomfortable silence; you had got up and stumbled to the hotel.
Unbeknownst to you, a shadow followed in your footsteps, a storm covered in golds and jade as the trees protested and the wind whistled in warning, in urgency. It was a malleant effort, but you continued to stumble on the path to the hostel and the shadow continued to watch, to stalk, in faint curiosity and then finally poorly veiled anger. Everything after that was sort of a dream really. A very terrible dream.
____
The hostel was a nightmare of jagged shadows and a creaking AC unit. A place where you didn’t remember taking the elevator nor did you remember stumbling to your room, keycard in hand as the floor slipped beneath your feet. Through the floorboards a song washed through you, a smooth melody, hypnotic and moving you to action but not to speak.
If you were asked to speak, it would not be possible. If you did anything it'd be as if you were stumbling through molasses as the door closed behind you-maybe?- and heat uncurled itself in your lungs and dug its way through your ribs. You felt drunk, high on a drug that you didn’t remember consuming. And if your frontal lobe wasn’t lagging at 2 bits per second, you might’ve been plagued with the question of why and then maybe, with a whisper, help. Please help.
Help with the fire that was beginning to curl in your belly and help with the numbness in the back of your mind and help with the incessant belief that something was fundamentally and irreversibly wrong.
Instead, you crumbled to your knees. Your vision nothing but a ragged cut of film that's been glued together and sewn haphazardly into something that might’ve been memories before you’re back on your feet.
Below, the murmurings and whispers of the tenants bled through the walls, a buzzing t.v, singing children and running baths. “Water.” you think you said, or maybe you just thought it. It was water that made the pain go away wasn’t it? Ocean water but what was the difference between that and what came from the tap? A few minerals and chemicals?
A hum wracked through the room, deep and spellbinding. It could only have come from you.
Then you blinked and you’re in the bathroom. You shifted and your swimsuit shedded off. Outside, wind whistled through an open window.
Another shiver licked up your spine, the skin of your bones rattling. The front door was open again. You should close it. But your bones had turned soft and the floor continued to lean forward, then backwards, the light overhead blinding you. You didn’t close the door.
The music only got closer.
And your hands are pressed into the sink, you're too scared to look in the mirror. It's been like that alot recently, ever since the illness started. Too afraid to look at the black screen on your phone, too afraid to see your reflection in puddles, too afraid to confirm a gnawing sensation. A question that you didn't want an answer to. Behind you, the bath ran hot. The steam clouded your lungs. So you kept your head down, focused instead on the rush of water from the tub you didn't turn on and on the clothes you didn't remember taking off and you took a deep breath.
In response, the bathroom door thumped with a slow, nauseating knock.
You would only have to turn your head.
It would be like the turn of a knob. It would be nothing, it was probably your roommate or your teacher checking on you but you could not look up. Fear kept your focus down as your hair raised and your body shivered.
The tub was still running.
You blinked and you were in the bathroom, in the tub. Everything was ice cold, a turbulent tundra against your veins. And then, the sun stood in your bathroom. A star encompassed in what could only be golden clothes and jewels that twinkled under the fluorescent light.
The sun sighed. "Mortals…..difficult" he turned off the tub. Your feet tangled with muscled calves, a head laid in the crook of your neck.
"I." was all you could say between chattering teeth. It broke through a cotton fog. Something thick and dense that curled at the edge of your skull, buried against bone.
More gold filled your vision. Golden skin, golden jewelry, golden heat that pressed against your skin and made the water overflow from the weight of him.
"Shhh," they whispered, like a melody, like a death sentence before calloused hands pressed into your cheek.
“You’re whining like a hatchling left behind by their mother.” Then a finger brushed at your braids.
“Did you want me to hear you?” He asked.
His voice low in a way that reminded you of ocean currents, of the washing of sand across a beach floor. And in the back of your mind, there's something like a warning. A flashing red light that pounded against your head till the song came back tenfold, and you all but collapsed in the man's arms.
“Who-” Your tongue went heavy in your mouth. What were your trying to say?
A chuckle followed, dry and humorless.
“You pray for me at my altar. You lay yourself bare in the water. You run from me. And yet you ask me who I am?” "
Above you, the stranger shifted. "I should kill you."
Then your legs were being pried apart. Your cunt suddenly split by thick fingers with a thumb on your clit. And just like that, the last remnants of the heat that seemed to plague you for the past couple of weeks washed away, all of that pain and overexertion collapsed into everything but a distant memory. And suddenly you felt silly. The store owner couldn’t have done this, your fingers couldn’t have done this and the familiar need to not be alone, to be surrounded by those that you knew for safety, for relief couldn’t have done this either.
How much time did you waste looking for relief that seemed to only be brought on at this moment.
Above you, the stranger grumbled. “Just know that I am a gracious God.” As the water slipped into your eyes and your lips gasped for breath as if for the first time. "That I am the keeper of promises." Above you the bathroom lights twinkled like stars and the tiled walls gleamed, filling you with glimpses of white, white, white; till your back arched and the orgasm crashed into you like the water, like the stranger whose fingers digged into your ribs.
“There you are.”
And then he was between your legs, something bigger replacing his fingers. “There you are.”
#namor x reader#namor smut#tw: noncon#namor x black!reader#namor x poc!reader#namor x f!reader#namor x fem!reader#namor x you#namor x y/n#black panther smut#tw: dark content#tw:noncon
169 notes
·
View notes
Text
Welcome a Masterlist of Masterlist
Hello, I'm Maria E, She/They. Just a Brazilian girl who loves to write. I hope you enjoy my stories and forgive my bad English. My stories are for people of legal age (18+) Pay attention to warnings, please; Some themes can be sensitive and trigger triggers.🩷🩷
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
Namor/K'ul'ku'kan
🐍 Love under the sunset (in progress)
🐍 Underneath the waves (in progress)
🐍 Dragon fruit (completed)
🐍 Fantasize ( completed)
🐍Gods Falls Sometimes ( completed)
🐍 I Wish Under The Same Roof ( completed)
🐍 In The End, I Gave In ( completed)
🐍 Between the shadows of pain and the ligth of life. ( completed)
Baron Helmut Zemo
🫐Blueberry (shortly)
🟣 The love you offer me ( completed)
Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
🔫Cherry (completed)
🔫 Boy, I want your attention (completed)
Steve Rogers/Capitain America
🗽 Blackberry (completed)
#namor x reader#black panther#steve rodgers x reader#dark!steve x reader#bucky x reader#james buchanan barnes#helmut zemo x reader#baron zemo#namor of talokan#female reader#mcu fanfiction#bucky barnes imagine#namor x you#talokan#wakanda forever#steve rogers fanfiction#steve rogers x you#helmut zemo#marvel#the avengers#namor the sub mariner
54 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fic idea except I’m not a writer: dark! Namor obsessed with reader. Found ways to hide his wings and grew out his hair long like this 👇 (long enough to hide his ears) and explored the surface world to see how society is. Sees reader (AS AN ADULT), became obsessed, and stalks her until something snaps so then he gets a crazy look (gif 2). Maybe he sees her with another partner OR he hears someone talking about her OR whatever. Takes her to talokan, she can’t escape—that’s all I got 🤭
#shower thought after reading a dark fic earlier (not namor or talokanil related)#tenoch huerta#tenoch huerta mejía#tenoch huerta mejia#jose tenoch huerta mejia#namor#mcu namor#namor the sub mariner#namor x reader#dark! namor#dark!namor
142 notes
·
View notes
Text
I finally understand how to work this-
#black fanfiction#bruce wayne x you#bruce wayne#namor fic#dark!superman#superman x reader#jakob toretto#fast and furious#dc universe#marvel
26 notes
·
View notes
Note
So that fic you wrote was hot and I was curious if you plan to write more 🙈 Love your page btw!
Me pleasantly surprised that y’all enjoyed the one shot when meanwhile I was nervous af with spicy armpits posting it. Well I’ll be damned. Cheers to trying new things and being horny creative 🥂💗 lol
No but fr, thank you! Tbh I’m not really sure. I haven’t written fics before so I don’t know where to start or what I would write about. I’ve read a lot of fanfics over the years so I think that’s why I could get this one shot out but even then, it felt like A LOT lol. I’ve always respected writers [whether you build fictional worlds or create non fictional anecdotes and everything in between] but after writing that, I BOW DOWN even more. Like how do you write whole chapters ?? And how do you write explicit scenes and NOT cringe the entire time?? I’m realizing there’s a thin line between telling a story and describing something. Showing vs telling. Whether you’re a pro at writing or just starting off, we seriously appreciate what you do and please keep putting your stuff out there. I have a bunch of ideas in my head but I think they come to mind in visual form first before written. If anything, I’m realizing I like making stuff that’s the jump off point for a story vs writing the actual story itself lol if that makes sense. Like this battle post or revenge cowboy edit I made, for example. But we’ll see, maybe I’ll give it another go. Never say never, right? 🤷🏾♀️
On that note, I’ve been really wanting to sprinkle in more nsfw posts on my page but I completely forgot that with the new guidelines, every page went to a default setting of not seeing mature content on Tumblr. There was a gap where I wasn’t on here so I didn’t realize that I needed to go through my main blog and physically change my settings. So unfortunately if I post mature content, a majority of you won’t be able to interact or see it unless you have this setting changed yourself. I understand there’s probably creative ways to work around it and post nsfw stuff without having to put a label and all that jazz but I haven’t figured that out yet. I literally reblogged someone’s post once and made a joke and because I used a certain word the entire post was immediately labeled mature 🥴 So *inhales exhales* I gotta figure that out. Send help pls lol
If you prefer to see mature/ nsfw posts on Tumblr, here is a link that will help you change your settings.
THANK YOU 🩵
#I’m crying bc I also don’t read ‘person x reader’ fics so I was really shooting in the dark with this one but I’m glad y’all liked it 🥹👉🏾👈🏾#Nashuri#namor#shuri#tenoch huerta#someone show me how to make subtle mature content posts that gets past the algorithm 😭#I have a lot of post ideas in my drafts lol#fanfic#writer#we just got a letter
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
This is so good!!!!
yandere namor x f!reader - one love, two mouths
Masterlist
Word count: 1.2k
Summary: A kingdom destroyed, a heart crushed, and a king full of immeasurable desire.
Warnings: descriptions of violence, kidnapping, mentions of stalking, death
Translations:
in pixamech - my angel
in amado - my beloved
Keep reading
#namor x reader#namor#namor the sub mariner#namor x y/n#yandere#yandere namor#dark namor#kukulkan#tenoch huerta#black panther
650 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Stranger - Pt. 3
Part One | Part Two
Pairing: Namor x Reader
Word Count: 5.5k
Warnings: Language, Violence, Depictions of drowning, Fluff
Summary: Delivered to safety following the battle on the beach, you are left reeling as you grapple with nightmares and questions about an uncertain future. But as you come to know more about the Talokanil people and grow closer to their king, Namor is faced with a question of his own -- what does he do with this stranger from the surface?
A/N: It’s heeeeeere!! As always, thank you so much for your patience, for being here, and for reading! And a BIG thank you just for taking the time to engage with and be a part of this story. You all have been so encouraging to me as new writer, and I love being able to create something around characters that so many hold so dear. Comments and reblogs make my heart happy, so please show some love, share the joy, and be kind!
***I do not give permission to copy, plagiarize, or repost my work as your own in any form!
Bullets fly as bodies hit the ground in front of you. There on the open beach, spears soar high above your head. Your gaze is drawn to the heavens as a chopper falls from the night sky. It crashes onto the shore below, an intense heat flashing against you as you shield your face from the explosion.
Suddenly, the sounds of dying men and burning metal fade as you lower your hand. You look down to find yourself waist-deep in a raging sea, the battle on the sand becoming a distant memory as waves beat harshly against you, unrelenting and unforgiving. A deafening melody accompanies each swell of the tide. It consumes your mind with pain and serenity as you are pulled further out into the ocean’s depths, following its call. The chorus grows louder as the water rises to your chest, building with intensity. Then, suddenly, all is quiet.
And there he is.
Hovering just above the water’s surface, his winged ankles carry him effortlessly. His reflection glistens perfectly against the water, now calm and smooth as glass. Illuminated by the full moon behind him, his body is covered in beautiful armor made of gold, jade, and other metals. A finely crafted serpent headpiece with bright feathers crowns his head, resting just above his brow.
Namor.
Wordlessly, Namor stretches out his hand, beckoning you to come to him. You reach out as if your very being is at his command. But, before you can grasp hold of him, the chorus of voices returns with a vengeance. A violent tide drags you under, swallowing you beneath the waves. Further and further down you are pulled as darkness surrounds you. Looking up toward the fading light, Namor’s silhouette above the surface dissolves from view. Your lungs burn as you begin to drown.
You jolt awake, your body shooting up in a cold sweat.
Chest heaving, your mind desperately claws its way back to reality. You quickly scan your surroundings, clinging to any detail that will anchor your consciousness and keep you from slipping back into that nightmare.
Gripping the stone surface beneath you, you take in every porous curve your fingertips graze over. Looking upward at the high rocky ceiling, you study the patterns of limestone stalactites that hang like icicles. Droplets of water run down a few of them, their melodious drips echoing in small pools below, falling like a gentle, rhythmic rain.
This is the place Namor had spoken of the last time you saw him. The one where he promised you would be safe. And for good reason — here in this cavern, you were well below the ocean’s surface and out of range of any agents who might come searching for you.
By your best guess, you figure you have been down here about two days. It’s hard to be sure without the reference to natural light. The cavern itself is beautiful, though. Illuminated by pockets of glow worms that drape down from the ceiling, their soft luminescence casts gorgeous green and blue hues across each surface their light touches.
As your heart rate begins to even out, you continue to survey the cave. You look over at your belongings, bag laying on the ground, clothes hanging on a line to dry. Your heart drops a bit when you see your little leather-bound book, its pages separated and spread out across the rocks. Ink bleeding. Pages ruined. You had made your best attempt to salvage what you could. Perhaps if you had asked Namora how the two of you would be traveling to this safe haven, you wouldn’t have brought a damn book with you.
The dissonance of the Talokan melody still rings in the back of your mind. You cradle your head between your knees, rubbing your temples with your thumbs when you hear light footsteps approach.
Looking up, you find a familiar face entering the cavern. No longer geared up for battle, Namora dawns a lovely dress that gathers over one shoulder and flows down to the floor. It moves like waves with each step she takes toward you. Instead of a spear in her hand, she now carries a small tray with a medley of food.
“Eat," Namora says, placing the tray on a small end table beside you. She then moves gracefully over to your draped belongings, removing them one by one from the line and folding them into a neat pile.
“Can I ask you a question?” You inquire as you begin to nibble on a piece of food.
Namora shoots a skeptical look over her shoulder but says nothing, so you ask anyway.
“Have you always been a warrior?”
Unresponsive, she keeps her attention on one of your shirts which she has just pulled from the line, tucking it into itself and placing it with the others.
“It's just, I mean the way you fought those agents on the beach, you are — you are very good at, you know—” you should have given more thought to what you were going to say before opening your mouth because as you reach the end of your sentence all that comes out is, “—killing people."
Nice.
You cringe at your comment. It hangs in the air, practically mocking you.
“I’m just saying," you add, trying to recover, "you obviously know what you’re doing. It was impressive. Me on the other hand…” Your voice trails as you raise your bandaged hand, recalling how your first instinct in a fight was to block a fucking knife with your open palm. Next to Namora, your combat skills pale by comparison.
Halting her task, Namora finally turns to face you in one calculated motion. She stares for a moment then her eyes quickly dart toward the side entrance of the cavern where she had come through only minutes ago. The entryway is empty. When her eyes settle back on you, there is resolve in them.
“Up.” She says, walking toward you with purpose.
“What?” You reply in a tone that matches the confused look on your face.
“Up.”
You do as you are told, hastily pushing yourself to your feet. Namora steps in close and then taps your elbows.
“Up.” She orders a third time, only now she seems to be referring specifically to your arms. You follow her instruction, raising them awkwardly out in front of your body. You can almost hear the sigh of hopelessness when Namora, her brow furrowed, grabs your arms and positions each one in a fighting stance. Slipping a hand up to your left wrist, she grips it firmly while tapping your exposed forearm with the palm of her other hand.
“Shield.” She says with emphasis. Her eyebrows raise, looking for any indication that you comprehend what she is trying to explain. When you nod, Namora moves her hand from your wrist up to your fingers, balling them into a fist and tucking your thumb on the outside.
“Weapon.”
Namora then steps back from you, putting her own arms up to mirror your stance.
“Shield, weapon,” she repeats, patting her forearm and waving her closed fist.
“Shield, weapon,” you echo back to her, nodding your head again as you begin to understand more fully.
Just as she begins to step back toward you, a deep voice calls from behind.
“Namora.”
You both look up to see the large man who wears the hammerhead skull standing in the entry of the cavern. Attuma is his name, as you have come to learn. Namora straightens her posture as she turns to face him, her hands behind her back as she squares her shoulders in a commanding stance.
Attuma saunters a few more feet into the cavern, then speaks to her in their native tongue, a language still unfamiliar to you. The two of them converse back and forth for a few moments. You may not know what they are saying, but you can tell they disagree about something — whether with each other or someone else, you are not sure.
Namora swiftly turns back to you, her face serious again and her brows pinched together.
Fighting lessons must be over.
“Come,” she says.
Without any further instruction, she pivots back toward Attuma, who also turns to leave. You quickly grab your belongings which Namora had folded for you, stuffing them into your bag. You sling it around your shoulder as you exit the cavern.
Following the two generals into a tunneled hallway, you find yourself moving through a network of caves, each tunnel connecting to a series of other openings and pools. Soon, Attuma splits off into one of these open caverns, nodding to Namora as he does so. Your eyes trail him as he joins with more Talokan warriors, and just as you stare at them, they stare at you.
You continue walking behind Namora past them, their whispers reverberating through the tunnels.
“When was the last time someone… not Talokanil came here?” You ask. In typical Namora fashion, she remains silent and unresponsive to your question.
“Sorry,” you say apologetically, “back there it just seemed like they hadn’t seen someone new in a while.”
The two of you walk, furthering yourself from the turnoff where Attuma parted ways. Cautiously, you step around the uneven surfaces of the rocky ground. You can feel yourself being led deeper into the maze of caverns. If Namora decided to up and ditch you right now, you are certain you would be lost in this labyrinth forever.
“You are the first,” Namora says rather abruptly, catching you off guard. Not only does her response come well after your question was asked, but it is also the most she has ever said to you at one given time.
“The first?” You ask, perplexed. “What do you mean?”
“To come here,” Namora answers. “The first surface dweller to receive Talokan’s aid. The first the king has ever…” she pauses a moment, searching for the right word, “tolerated.”
The influx of her voice is not lost on you.
“And you don’t approve?”
“It is not my place to approve, " Namora clarifies as she leads you around a bend and past several open pools of water. "I am… concerned. When it comes to you, I fear he is blind.”
Silence befalls you both again as you enter another cavern, this one much larger and more spacious than any others you have seen. Within it are several large pools, glistening with light reflected from more glow worms above. Their tendrils hang from the high vaulted ceiling like sparkling chandeliers.
In the center of it all stands a large hut enclosed by beautifully woven fabrics. You follow Namora shoulder to shoulder up the stone-carved steps to it until you nearly reach the side.
“We’re here,” Namora says, coming to a dead stop. She then takes a step back from you.
Still unsure of where “here” is exactly, you glance over your shoulder, looking to her for further instruction or explanation. But Namora gives you nothing. The moment you begin to take a step backward as well, her hand shoots out, holding the back of your shoulder in position with a firm grip.
Ah. Don't move. Got it.
Subconsciously you begin to hold your breath, bracing yourself for the unknown.
Then, there he is.
From around the corner of the hut comes Namor. Immediately you are taken aback by his appearance. Up to this point, you have only seen him suited for battle. Now he stands before you dawning a beautifully woven cape plated with gold and draped across his broad shoulders. His hair is slicked back and his arms are adorned with various metal cuffs. Truly a wardrobe fit for a king.
A single nod of his head and Namora is dismissed. You hear her small footsteps fade as she leaves the two of you alone.
“How is your hand?”
Namor’s question snaps you out of your daze.
“Oh,” you raise your hand, glancing at the worn bandage. "It’s fine, thank you.”
Staring at the gauze, you can almost hear the lullaby Namor hummed as he gently tended to your wounded palm the night of the battle. Something flutters inside you as you touch the corner of the fabric. Realizing your mind has drifted again, you bring yourself back to reality by following up with your own question.
"Are we in..." you stop to rephrase, shifting your weight from side to side as you look around the cavern, “Is this… Talokan?"
If it is, it's very different from what you pictured.
Your question brings a smile to Namor’s face.
"No," he answers with a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. "Talokan is far beyond this place. I assure you, your body would not survive the journey to its depths. But these caverns are safe, I promise you.”
Namor then shifts the topic of conversation.
“I am told some of your belongings were ruined on your traveling here, including your book. I apologize. I had hoped to make up for it.”
With one arm, Namor ushers you around the corner to the entrance of his quarters, inviting you inside.
Intrigued and eager to see what awaits, you accept his invitation. As you enter, you find yourself in a study of sorts. Lit by several lanterns, the room is warm and bright. Within it sits a small table, a prominent desk full of scrolls and artifacts, and a cozy hammock hung in the corner. But what catches your eye most of all are the walls.
All around you hang gorgeous tapestry walls with breathtaking murals that stretch from floor to ceiling.
“Did you do all of these?” You ask in disbelief as you move to one at the far end of the room. Your eyes widen as you gaze in admiration at the beautiful artistry.
“Yes,” Namor answers humbly, following behind you. “I think you will find a more accurate depiction of my history here.”
“I don’t know,” you say with playful skepticism in your voice as you inspect the artwork closer, “always be weary of your authors, right?” You smirk as you shift your glance sideways to Namor, echoing his words back to him in jest. His face is serious at first but quickly turns to amusement.
“You remembered,” he says nodding his head, an impressed grin now stretching at the corners of his mouth, “that is good.”
You return your attention to the paintings. What a gift it is to be standing here in front of them. Full of stories, full of history. And to be accompanied by the man who created them himself — who lived them himself. It is all a far cry from the vague glyphs you tried so hard to decipher in your book.
"They're amazing." You say in awe, following along the panels as you trace the line work delicately with your fingertip.
Immersed in the murals, you are too busy to notice Namor's softening gaze as he watches you study his work so intently. Here you are, an outsider who he has welcomed into his space. It is not like him to be so open, especially not with a stranger from the surface — never someone from the surface — yet, something about you causes a stirring inside of him. Perhaps it is your enthusiasm and wonders for his culture or your refreshing dose of humanity towards his people that compels his desire to be close to you.
As you follow the artwork from panel to panel across the walls, you arrive at a scene that suddenly makes you freeze. Your wrist snaps your finger back as if repelled by the paint itself. In front of you is a large image of Namor dawning a serpent headpiece as he hovers above the water. You are immediately back in your nightmare, your mind flashing to Namor’s outstretched hand then the darkness that closes in around you as you start to drown. You can almost feel the fire in your lungs as they grow desperate for air.
“What troubles you?” Namor asks with genuine traces of concern in his voice. Your sudden silence has not gone unnoticed. He moves to stand shoulder to shoulder with you now, looking up to analyze the same part of the mural.
"Nothing," you lie, shaking your head while your hand drops to your side. You withdraw from the painting, taking a few steps back from it and Namor.
“Your people," you say to change the subject, pointing your thumb to the rest of the artwork in the room, "they honor you. It's admirable, what you've done for them. To keep them safe all this time."
“But?” He senses there is more on your mind.
You stare at him, then turn your focus back to the tapestries surrounding you. Scanning them from wall to wall, you notice a pattern in the stories shown.
“It’s just,” you begin with uncertainty in your voice “for someone who has spent his whole life bringing peace to his people, I wonder how much of it you have experienced for yourself?”
Namor is quiet for a moment.
"And why do you wonder this?" He finally replies, turning to face you fully.
“I guess I look at these and I’m curious… how? How can you do that without completely breaking under the weight of it all? Even with—” you begin gesturing to his body and suddenly become desperate to come up with the right words in time, “superhuman strength.” Thank god.
“Hmmm,” Namor exhales, thoughtfully nodding as his gaze drops to the floor. He folds his arms over his chest, the golden band around his exposed bicep reflecting the light that softly glows from a nearby lantern. Taking a few steps toward you, he lifts his eyes to yours.
“It is true,” he says, “the burden I carry for the sake of my people does not always permit me the personal luxury of peace. It… can be difficult.” His tone shifts from diplomatic to vulnerable. “And who is to say I have not broken under it? It is that brokenness that has made me the leader I am.”
Turning his head toward the mural, he looks at it carefully before speaking again. His chiseled jawline accentuates the exposed veins protruding from his neck.
"To your question,” he continues, “I believe how is never as important as why. Why would someone fight to bring others peace when they themselves cannot have it?” Namor takes another step closer and lifts his hand to your chin, delicately angling your face upward toward his own. "Because we sacrifice to protect what we love.”
His eyes search yours earnestly. After a moment, Namor quickly drops his hand from your chin and you watch as he moves towards his desk, shuffling a few scrolls around before looking back up at you again.
“I love my people,” he says, planting his hand firmly on the desk, “and I have seen evil, what it is capable of. I watch as the rest of the world grows desperate in their greed and ambition, their desire for power. They are becoming more dangerous by the day."
"You mean — surface dwellers?" You ask.
Namor raises his brow at you knowingly.
"Yes,” he answers cooly.
"I'm a surface dweller. Am I...dangerous?"
Namor sighs with a small smile.
“Yes. Though not in the way you may think.”
He moves from out behind his desk and back over in your direction.
“Now I have a question for you,” he says in a low voice, approaching you with a dark look looming over his face. “Please consider your answer carefully.”
The silence is intense. Your heart feels like it is going to jump out of your throat as you anticipate what damning question the king of Talokan has in store for you.
Namor’s expression changes on a dime, and he suddenly asks in a lighthearted tone,
“Are you up for a swim?”
—
You follow Namor out of his quarters and into the large open cavern. As you pass by several beautiful pools of water, you are enchanted by how the light dances across the rich tones of Namor's skin. The same light casts dazzling hues of aquamarine and cerulean across the surface of the pools, reflected onto the rocks surrounding them.
Namor approaches one of the bigger pools and removes the cape from his shoulder, exposing his bare chest underneath. Here is the Namor you recognize - prominent necklace, bare chest, emerald green shorts. Before dropping his cape to the ground, however, he pulls out a Talokan mask from the fabric like the ones Namora and the other warriors wear.
“Take a deep breath,” Namor says as he turns to you. He pushes your hair back from your cheek delicately as he applies the apparatus to your face. Doing as you are told, you inhale deeply as the mask fastens over your nose and mouth.
“Stay close,” he instructs. You nod, and Namor steps to the edge of the closest pool. He looks back at you with a hint of a smile on his face. Then, with all the strength and grace of a god, he dives perfectly into the water and disappears under the surface.
You step closer to the pool. The faint rhythm of droplets falling from the ceiling rings throughout the cavern. You glance behind you toward the entrance, but there isn't a soul in sight. Namora’s words echo through your mind.
When it comes to you, he is blind.
You dive in, following Namor.
Once in the water, you quickly orient yourself. Looking around, you see the outline of Namor, his silhouette waiting for you in the distance. As you swim closer, he gestures for you to follow him. You kick your feet to propel yourself further downward, ears popping as you equalize to the increasing pressure.
You swim until you are clear of the caves. Though your muscles ache, there is something serene about being beneath the water; the quiet, the weightlessness, everything drifting harmoniously in rhythm with the current. For the first time since you can remember, your mind feels still. Free from the chaos. Somehow, the vast open sea does not frighten you with its deep blue void as it did in your dream. Not even a little. Instead, you feel a calmness in your soul as you lose track of time entirely, trailing Namor as you move through the ocean’s depths.
Quite literally in his element, you watch in awe as Namor swims so effortlessly. To him, it must be as easy as breathing. He looks more relaxed than you have seen him. Perhaps even enjoying himself?
You continue to swim, the water getting lighter as the visibility becomes clearer. A school of fish rushes past, their scales glimmering with each flick of a fin or contour of their bodies. Countless numbers weave around you in sync as if part of the same carefully choreographed ballet. You can’t help but smile as you watch them move so freely, and Namor can't help but smile as he watches you.
Suddenly the fish rapidly disperse and within seconds a huge mass flashes past you with incredible speed and agility. Your eyes widen and adrenaline rushes through you as you witness a killer whale chase the school, its size completely dwarfing your mere human frame. Involuntarily, you begin hyperventilating as you watch the giant creature swim off into the distance. When you feel a touch against your arm, you turn to find Namor next to you. His hand rises and falls in front of his torso, gesturing for you to take deep breaths. In, out. In, out.
The two of you remain suspended in the endless ocean blue as you your breath slows and your muscles recover. Namor looks upward, and as you savor the moment of rest you follow his gaze. You can tell by the light above that you are getting close to the surface, which must mean you are nearing your destination. When he nods, you know it is time to move. Slowly the two of you start your ascent and the ocean becomes warmer as you gradually near the top.
When you arise from the water, the sound of the rushing wind, the rolling waves, and birds flying overhead rush into your ears. Less than a hundred meters from you stretches a beautiful coastline covered in soft white sand and lined by rich green foliage.
You make your way towards it. Soon you are walking knee-deep in the waves, the tide splashing against the back of your legs as you near the shore. Removing the mask from your face, the sweet breeze of the island races by, rustling your wet hair and filling your nostrils with the earthy aroma of some nearby palm trees.
Namor has already reached the sand. He stands tall, water still running down his body. Staring out at the horizon, he runs his hand over his face and pushes his hair back, inadvertently flexing his bicep as he does so. The sun slowly begins its descent toward the Earth, its warm rays casting brilliant tones of red and orange across Namor’s exposed skin. It contrasts the deep blues and greens that illuminated him in the caverns, and at this point, you are confident he looks devastatingly beautiful in any light.
As you reach the shore, you take your place next to him and stare out at the skyline.
“Hard to beat a view like that,” you say breathlessly.
“My mother would always describe to me the beauty of the setting sun,” Namor responds. “I have no love for the surface world, but from time to time I visit this island. See what she saw.”
“Is this—?” You begin to ask.
“Where she is buried.” Namor answers before you finish your question. His eyes drop as he reflects, “I am not sure what I expected to see the day I came to lay her body to rest. I suppose the beauty of an island she spoke of so fondly. Instead, I found my brothers and sisters enslaved by men who took life without a second thought.” His jaw clenches as he recalls the bitter memory. “But I saw to it the favor was returned.”
His meaning is clear. You are not sure which makes you more nervous — the calm and cool way he says it, or the menacing smile that accompanies his statement. Either way, his smile disappears as quickly as it comes. You have seen Namor’s ferocity firsthand and know what he is capable of, especially when it comes to protecting his people. A nervous feeling grows in the pit of your stomach as you begin questioning his purpose in bringing you here.
You consider the facts:
You are a surface dweller.
He did call you dangerous.
Oh shit.
Anxiously you glance at him, then redirect your gaze back to the horizon to maintain your composure. The soft waves break along the shore, racing up to your ankles. As the sand beneath your feet gets pulled out by the tide, you wish with all your might you could be pulled away with it. Instead, you sink deeper into the ground, more immovable than before.
“Are you going to kill me?” The words come out blunter than you intend, but you stand by them despite the quiver in your voice.
The question pulls Namor out of his thoughts as he turns to you, eyebrows raised. He studies your face carefully before answering.
“I probably should," he says. There is no malice in his words, only honesty. “The knowledge you have of me and my people... it puts me in a difficult position.” His eyes are solemn. "But I have lived a long time, and in that time I have witnessed many in their final moments before death when one truly reveals themself. That night on the beach, in what you believed were your final moments, you kept your word to me and my people. You said nothing to those men, even with your life on the line. There is no truer test of loyalty.”
Without a word, he reaches his hand out for the mask you still carry. You cautiously hand it over.
"There is a village eastward,” Namor continues, “you will find everything you need there, and the means to leave this place."
You feel his palm slip under your fingers to receive the mask. He takes a deep breath, then purses his lips in the direction behind you.
“Or, just up the way beyond those trees is a house. It is not much, but comfortable. It is yours to use... if you wish. You would be safe here.”
The offer catches you off guard.
“I… I don't understand." You mutter in slight confusion.
With a deep inhale, Namor squints back at the setting sun to collect his thoughts. Then, taking another step closer, he eliminates virtually any remaining space between you. His eyes are deep and mesmerizing as ever. Your heart races from his sudden proximity and you find yourself holding your breath as you wait for him to speak again. He peers down at you, so impossibly close that you can sense the rise and fall of his chest as he breathes.
"You are no enemy of mine," he says with authority, "and no prisoner of Talokan. You have my trust. And because of that trust, I will not order you to stay." Namor then drops the mask into the sand like it is worthless and gently slides his hands underneath your jawline, cradling your face in both of his palms. “But I am asking you to.”
You are speechless. The way he is holding your gaze, the tenderness of his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, the fluttering of his lashes as his eyes flick down to your mouth.
"Stay," Namor says fervently in one final clarifying word. It is not a command, but an invitation. Perhaps even a plea. But most importantly, it is a choice. Your choice.
His eyes quickly dart back up to yours as he awaits an answer, but even Namor is not strong enough to keep his attention from dropping back down to your lips. He is clearly focused on more than just the words he hopes to hear come out of them.
In an overwhelming wave of boldness, you allow instinct to take over. No lives at stake, no siren’s song — it is only the burning desire within your very soul for him that compels you. You close your eyes and melt into Namor’s touch, pressing your lips to his.
The moment you do so, it is as if a surge of energy courses through your veins, electrifying your entire body. Namor immediately welcomes your advance, molding his lips to your own. The smooth piece of jade that pierces his septum presses cooly above your lip, contrasting the heat of his skin to ignite your senses. As he slides a hand around to the back of your neck, his fingers curl into your hair to bring you in even closer.
A small moan escapes you as the tip of his tongue traces along your bottom lip. You can feel his smile against your mouth, then a tug at the same lip with his teeth. Another invitation, to which you gladly accept. You part your mouth open to let Namor inside. Both of your tongues dance together as your kisses become deeper and more indulgent.
Consumed by his taste and his touch, you slide your hands up his bare chest, desperate for more of him. Without missing a beat, Namor responds by running his arms down your body and hoisting you up off the sand with ease. You wrap your legs around him tightly and take full advantage of this new, higher angle. Moving your mouth in tandem with his, you savor the richness of his lips and entangling your fingers in his dark locks of hair.
The two of you ebb and flow just like the rolling ocean waves, losing yourselves in each other. It’s not until you feel a faint burning in your lungs that you face the harsh reality of having to break away for air. Everything inside you fights it. If Namor were the sea, you would gladly let yourself drown in this moment.
But Namor, also sensing your need for oxygen, begins to slow down. He lowers you gently to the ground, though he is careful not to let you slip too far away from him. The two of you breathe heavily as the sun begins to dip below the horizon. Namor gives you another passionate kiss, this one slow and deep. His lips then move to the corner of your mouth and trail up to your ear, the heat of his breath spreading like wildfire across your skin. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest. Holding you close, Namor leans his forehead against your temple and presses his lips against your ear.
“Please," he whispers. "Stay with me.”
--------
Tag List! (I think I got everyone who requested to be included!) @looneylikesbooks @omgsuperstarg @chixkencxrry @vainillasmil157 @demoiseller @sodonuthideout @shoutaaizawas @stany0url0calwh0res111 @hjjks @duckwithsunglasses @jamesbarnesbestgirl @nellycanwrite @namorlover @queenofthekill @uhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm @cosmic-lavender @fckwritersblock @doimakeyounervous-blog @viktoryn @bontensbabygirl @lokidbadguy @sammi-doll483 @violet-19999 @artaxerxesthegreat @zeeader @star-dusst @hawkins-2000 @madsothree @takeheartyall @slytherheign @agustdboyoongie @nightingal3-tales @psamathegoesrawr @myotakureprieve @spideyworldsposts @ginger-swag-rapunzel @jurneesjourney @kpopgirlbtssvt @commondazy @vicky-8426 @05-redacted @boredoutofmydamnmind @h34rtsformilli @adoiescents @ari-fay @daddyslittlevillain @namorswhore @loversjoy
#namor x reader#namor#namor x you#namor x gen!reader#mcu namor#Namor x y/n#namor imagine#namor fanfic#k'uk'ulkan#namora#attuma#black panther wakanda forever#namor of talokan#k'uk'ulkan of talokan#namor fluff#namor fanfiction#wakanda forever
812 notes
·
View notes
Text
safety net
pairing: namor x male!reader
summary: reader goes for a swim and wakes up in namors throne
warnings: cursing, kissing
a/n: sorry for being inactive recently school sucks also might make this into multiple parts but idk yet !
it was a clear day. temperatures had risen up to 100 degrees and there was no a/c in your house. luckily for you, the beach was a 5 minute walk so you decided to go in for an afternoon swim. you told your family goodbye and headed down to the beach. you took your shirt and shoes off and ran straight into the ocean. after a few minutes of swimming, you started to swim further away from shore. by this point, you couldn't feel the sand anymore and started to feel the water at your neck. "fuck-fuck- HELP!" you screamed for help but there was no one around. you screamed and started to lose consciousness when you felt something grab your foot and drag you underneath.
you woke up in a room. it wasn't a hospital room. a lady enters and offers you food. she was blue. her entire body was blue. you thought you were dead when all of a sudden you hear a voice. "he's up already? thought he would be knocked out for a couple more hours at least." a man enters the room. he had wings on his ankles and had a toned and muscular build. he sits across from you and and starts to admire you. "who are you? am i dead?" he laughs at your response while you were confused. "no not at all. see i heard a scream coming from above and went to rescue whoever it was. my name is kukulkan but others call me namor." you still were confused on where you were or what powers he possessed.
"and so you're like a superhero? like an avenger?" he was confused by what you said and got up and sat next to you. "i'm not whatever you just called me. i'm a mutant. a being from millions of years ago. my people stay here because water is what they breathe but for me i can breathe both air and water." you had put the pieces together. growing up, you heard about a legend of a man who lives in the water waiting to attack one who crosses his path. now he was sitting next to you. "so what do you want? are you gonna kill me? kidnap me?" he put his hand on your shoulder. "my love i'm not gonna do anything to harm you."
you looked in his eyes and felt what he felt. he was in love. love at first sight if you will. he gets closer to you and pulls in for a kiss. your lips meet as he puts his hands on your hair as yours touch his broad shoulders. “wow. you’re a really good kisser for being an ancient being.” he laughed and kissed you again. “my love there’s more where that came from.” you blushed and kissed his lips. soon as things started to get racy, a guard enters the room. you look up and see her as namor was on top of you. she notes this and immediately exits the room.
his hands touch your waist and his lips leave marks on your neck. you moan in pleasure. he pauses to catch his breath. “amor i never asked you your name.” “oh um it’s y/n.” “y/n? that’s a beautiful name my love.” he kisses you again and again. the sun began to set as it started to turn dark. “um i think i should head home now. my parents are probably really worried.” he looked at you in disappointment. “will you come back my love?” “yes of course. i just- i need time to think about what the fuck is going on okay?” he laughed and agreed. he took you home and gave you a kiss goodbye. you watched as he entered the water and disappeared.
#male reader#male reader insert#malereader#men#tenoch huerta#tenoch x reader#namor x reader#namor the sub mariner#black panther wakanda forvever spoilers#gay smut#gay reader#marvel x y/n
284 notes
·
View notes
Text
Masterlist 2
Emoji Guide
Dark themes = 🖤
Smut = ❤️
Find Masterlist 1 here
Marvel
-Steve Rogers
Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner who he calls daddy (mild ❤️ mentions)
Steve Rogers and his 200 year old partner, ft Logan Howlett, threesome( ❤️)
Steve Rogers x male reader with a choking kink (mild ❤️)
-Moon knight
The moonboys with a male reader whos a stoic tall history teacher
The moonboys (mainly Steven) watching horror movies with alien male reader
The moonboys with a lover who has C-PTSD
The moonboys with omegaverse, with a beta reader.
Moonboys and Khonshu with a touch starved reader
Moonboys with a summer-like reader
-Namor/kukulkan
“Clipped wings” Part 1 Namor x mutant reader
-Eddie Brock(and venom)
Eddie and Venom with a ftm reader
-Andrew Garfield (tasm) Peter Parker
Peter Parker x deadpool male reader
tasm Peter Parker nsfw alphabet❤️
-Scott Summers/Cyclops
Scott Summers x Mutant male reader where theyre best friends but pine for years (❤️)
-Logan Howlett/Wolverine
Logan x cyclops variant male reader, post deadpool 3
Logan x Gambit variant male reader, with daddy kink (mild ❤️)
Logan being desperate for male reader, ft some consensual somno❤️
Sub Logan being desperate for praise and affection
-Remy Lebeau/The Gambit
Remy Lebeau x sea monster mutant male reader
Remy Lebeau x sea monster mutant male reader part 2 (mild ❤️ mentions)
Remy Lebeau and his Cajun childhood sweetheart.
-Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler
Kurt Wagner x actual demon prince of hell male reader
-Victor Creed/Sabretooth
Victor Creed random relationship headcanons
-Multiple
Logan and Wade having a brat off and sub bottoming for a cable variant male reader ❤️
Scott, Kurt, Remy, Bobby and Logan with a reader that likes to crochet
Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes x FTM reader during the 40s (mild ❤️)
Spiderverse
-Miguel O’Hara
Miguel O’Hara scent/sweat smut drabble❤️
-Peter B Parker
Peter B Parker with a narcoleptic boyfriend
-Hobie Brown
Hobie Brown with a boyfriend whos a juggalo and a fellow spiderman
Hobie Brown sfw alphabet
Hobie Brown nsfw alphabet ❤️
Hobie Brown x deadpool male reader
Hobie brown x lead guitarist male reader
Hobie Brown x Male reader whos spiderman and the son of Miguel from another dimension
Hobie Brown x insecure male reader
-Pavitr Prabhakar
Pavitr Prabhakar sfw alphabet
-Peter Benjamin Parker/Spidernoir
Spidernoir with a ftm reader
Spidernoir with a lover who keeps touching his web slit/spinnerette ❤️(a little bit)
-Ben Reilly
Ben Reilly is in spider heat and wants nothing more than for you to dominate him ❤️
-Multiple
Miles and Prowler Miles with a black cat reader whos in love with miles, and is dead in earth-42.
Relationship headcanons for Miles Morales, Miguel O'hara and Hobie Brown.
Platonic/parental headcanons for Peter B and Miguel with a spiderman male reader whos very protective
DC
-Bruce Wayne
Bruce Wayne x male reader cuddling and edging, drabble ❤️
Bruce Wayne x male reader, meeting the family
-Dick Grayson
Dick Grayson x male reader whos a dancer and hero
Dick Grayson x powered male reader whos the son of oliver queen
Dick Grayson x clarks son reader, who are hopelessly in love.
Dick Grayson x Rogue doctor male reader
Dick Grayson x Plastic man clone male reader
-Jason Todd
Jason having a depressive episode and the reader takes care of him, so he goes into subspace ❤️
Jason todd x older vigilante male reader, part two (little bit of ❤️)
Jason Todd x snobby rich male reader with brat taming ❤️
Jason Todd x ftm reader, going to pride, and Jason beating up a transphobe
Jason Todd x ftm reader, slow mornings with their two cats
-Tim Drake
Tim Drake x ftm reader, ft cuddling and homemade coffee
Tim Drake x flirty son of Trigon male reader, whos a sorcerer vigilante
Tim Drake x autistic male reader, where they mirror eachother, ft the batfams reaction to that
Being Tim Drakes boyfriend and his family is protective of him
Tim Drake x male reader, pulling all nighters and falling asleep
Tim Drake x older male reader
Tim Drake x iceman male reader, christmas fluff
-Damian Wayne
Platonic Damian with a Alien reader who pretty much adopts him
-Wally West
Wally West with an autistic male reader
FTM Wally West x Male reader with Wally being eaten out drabble❤️
Wally West x FTM daredevil reader whos dysphoric (mild ❤️)
-Barry Allen
Barry Allen x cat burglar male reader
Barry Allen x alien male reader whos culture roughhouses
-Eobard Thawne
Eobard Thawne with a male reader whos just a normal guy.
-Roy Harper
Roy Harper with a villain male reader
-Clark Kent/Kal-el
Clark Kent being flirted with by a rich male reader, instead of reader flirting with Lois
Clark Kent with a kryptonian partner, featuring scent kink and kryptonian words ❤️
Clark Kent just needing a good cuddle after a long day
-Conner Kent/Kon-El
Conner Kent with a male reader, featuring kryptonian headcanons ❤️(a little)
Conner Kent with a male reader whos culture is similar to kryptonians and who purrs
Conner Kent with a male reader whos stoic around everyone, but cocky and smug with him
Conner Kent with a male reader whos a clone of plastic man.
Conner Kent discovering his kryptonian biology (very mild ❤️)
-Hal Jordan
Hal Jordan x Red Lantern Czarnian male reader (slight ❤️)
Hal Jordan x male reader, with a scent/musk kink ❤️
-Guy Gardner
Guy Gardner relationship headcanons
Guy Gardner nsfw alphabet ❤️
Guy Gardner trying to top fellow lantern reader, but being dominated ❤️
Guy Gardner being put in subspace by his star sapphire lover, with sounding ❤️
-John Constantine
Constantine nsfw alphabet ❤️
Constantine with a male reader whos like Dean Winchester from Supernatural
Constantine x tattoo artist male reader (mild ❤️)
Constantine x Angel male reader
- Patrick “Eel” O’Brian
Patrick “Eel” O’Brian sfw alphabet
-Lawrence “Larry” Trainor
Larry and his victorian invisible man scientist lover who also wears bandages
-Harvey Dent/Two-Face
Harvey Dent with a male reader who distracts him during work
Harvey Dent/Two-Face cuddle fluff
-Bane
Bane x FTM reader general headcanons
More Bane x FTM reader fluffy headcanons
-Waylon Jones/Killer Croc
Waylon Jones with his Jessica Rabbit level hot partner (some ❤️)
-Minhkhoa Khan/Ghostmaker
Minhkhoa Khan relationship headcanons
-Multiple
Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick
Yandere Jason x speedster male reader x Yandere Dick part 2 🖤
Batboys with a villain reader who constantly flirts with them
DC characters and my personal headcanons for them (ethnicity, gender, etc)
Martian Headcanons
Kryptonian Headcanons
Dick grayson x Wally West x male reader
Platonic batfam with a kid reader whos a clone of jason, raised by the Joker
Platonic Batfam with a sick vigilante male reader who wont rest
Hal Jordan and Conner Kent with a reader who fakes an orgasm (mild ❤️)
Invincible
-Nolan Grayson/Omni-man
Nolan Grayson nsfw alphabet ❤️
-Mark Grayson/Invincible
Mark Grayson Yandere Alphabet 🖤
Mark Grayson nsfw Alphabet ❤️
Mark Grayson x constantine-like male reader
Mark Grayson in subspace with his Kryptonian lover ❤️
-Rex Sloan/Rex Splode
Rex x gcn ftm reader and defending them when they get misgendered
-The Immortal
The Immortal x immortal reader who isnt a hero
-Flaxan leader
Flaxan leader with an anti-hero male reader
-Damien Darkblood
Damien Darkblood x detective male reader, wholesome fluff
-Multiple
Nolan and Allen x small but strong ftm reader
Star Wars
-Anakin Skywalker
Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader
Anakin Skywalker x mandalorian reader with cockwarming ❤️
Anakin Skywalker flirting with the reader and making out
-Paz Vizsla
Paz Vizsla x sith male reader, ft Darth Revan and lots of headcanons
Paz Vizsla x ftm reader headcanons
-Din Djarin
Din Djarin adopting a foundling pantoran reader and being a father figure.
FTM Din Djarin getting eaten out in his pilot seat with his armor on ❤️
-Boba Fett
Boba Fett x male reader with gunplay❤️
The Boys
-Billy Butcher
Billy Butcher x male reader whos Homelanders brother
DomBot Billy Butcher x SubTop supe reader ❤️
-Homelander/John Gillman
Homelander x supe male reader whos much more powerful than him ❤️
Homelander dating a ftm reader
Homelander with a partner with self harm scars
-The Deep/Kevin Moskowitz
The Deep x male reader where he gets off just having his gills played with ❤️
-Multiple
A-Train, MM, Frenchie and Hughie as boyfriends, headcanons
Yautja
-Ge'jaar (OC)
Elder yautja OC (Ge'jaar) x retired hunter male reader whos got pet xenomorphs
Slashers
-Jason Voorhees
Jason with a male reader whos childhood friends who meet again years later
Jason Voorhees nsfw alphabet ❤️
-Michael Myers
Michael Myers and a male reader whos his doctor
-Chad Martin-Meeks
Chad with a male reader who grew up together and fell in love.
-Billy Lenz
Billy Lenz with somnophilia ❤️(🖤 cuz theres no explicit consent)
-Poly Ghostface
Billy and Stu with a male reader who has anger issues whos tired of being angry
Billy and Stu comforting their lover who has body dysmorphia
-Multiple
Norman, Patrick, Michael, Jason, Brahms, Billy and Stu with an S/O whos as crazy as them without realizing
One Piece
-Donquixote Doflamingo
Doflamingo with a lover whos shorter than him
Yandere Doflamingo with a male reader who gets stockholm syndrome ❤️(🖤 a bit, cuz yandere)
Doflamingo x young adult male reader with back pains
-Sir Crocodile
Ftm Sir Crocodile being fucked into submission by the reader ❤️
-Dracule Mihawk
FTM dracule mihawk x service top male reader ❤️
-Red Haired Shanks
Shanks x martial artist male reader whos love language is physical affection and words of affirmation
-Trafalgar D Water Law
Law being Bratty and being punished by a bigger Zoan fruit male reader ❤️
Law with a tall intimidating male reader who everyone thinks is the top (mild ❤️)
-Vinsmoke/Black Leg Sanji
Sanji being tied up and desperate to touch the reader ❤️
Reader spanking Sanji to let off some steam ❤️
-Roronoa Zoro
Reader punishing/spanking Zoro, but it ends up with them arguing, but making up❤️
-Edward “Whitebeard” Newgate
Whitebeard with a tall male reader whos never been shorter than anyone before ❤️
-Smoker the white hunter
Smoker SFW alphabet
-multiple
Roronoa Zoro and Portgas D Ace and sounding ❤️
Teen Wolf
-Jackson Whittmore
overall Jackson Whittmore nsfw headcanons ❤️
-Scott McCall
Bottom Scott McCall x kanima-werewolf male reader, ft some tailplay ❤️
Rick and Morty
-Rick Sanchez
Yandere Rick Prime headcanons 🖤
Ovetime
-Josiah Nguyen
Yandere Josiah headcanons 🖤
Call of Duty
-Simon “Ghost” Riley
Ghost being secretly married to Soaps brother
Ftm Ghost x male reader smut drabble ❤️
-Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Ftm Gaz x male reader, pussydrunk reader with overstim, drabble ❤️
-Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
Dom rudy headcanons along with a few cute ones ❤️
-Phillip Graves
Graves with a male reader whos gone through a near death experience
Graves with a vampire boyfriend
-Multiple
141 with a male reader who wears a lot of dog tags
Poly Alerudy with a male reader whos childhood best friends and post lovers with Soap
Cod boys with a male reader who wears a mask and has a huge burn scar
Cod boys with a reader who repeats words or phrases they say
Poly alerudy with a short male reader
Alejandro and Graves with a reader who rubs their face against their stubble
Poly alerudy with a tall male reader who is basically a giant cat
Alejandro, Rudy, Graves and Soap with a reader whos create as copying noises
Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, Rudy, and König with a reader whos a famous volleyball player
Alejandro and Rudy with a mute s/o
141 with an autistic reader who makes noises, like meowing and hissing
Soap, Gaz, Ghost, Roach and Graves as pups with petplay❤️
Alejandro and Rudy taking care of their sick and hurt lover
Lookism
-Multiple
Lookism characters with a male reader who has a squishable chest and butt
Barbie (2023)
-Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson
Ken x male reader drabble, where Ken gives the reader head and has a praise kink ❤️
Stereotypical Ken x Male reader x Pompadour Ken where they compete whos best ❤️
Baldurs Gate 3
-Astarion Ancunín
Astarion with a Bard Tiefling male reader, random headcanons
Fight Club
-Jack/The Narrator
Jack x medical staff male reader (drabble, from jacks pov)
-multiple
Tyler Durden and Jack “The narrator” throuple relationship headcanons
Scott Pilgrim Takes off
-Todd Ingram
Helping Todd Ingram get over his crush on Wallace and it leads to make outs.
-Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills x male reader meeting in a club ❤️
My Hero Academia
-Enji Todoroki/Endeavor
Reformed Enji with a hero male reader whos very flirty when they are on patrol
-Katsuki Bakugou
Katsuki being self-conscious about wearing lingerie (mild ❤️)
Omega Katsuki helping his ace Alpha partner through their rut
-Tomura Shigaraki
Pre-war Shigaraki with his lover whos vaguely based off Yaga from JJK and their relationship.
Jujutsu Kaisen
-Nanami Kento
Nanami giving dom/top reader aftercare (mild ❤️)
-Ryomen Sukuna
Chubby heian era/true form sukuna x chubby ftm reader, sweet and cuddly hc
Nosferatu 2024
-Count Byron Orlok
Count Byron Orlok x werewolf male reader, with lotsa worldbuilding (some 🖤)
-Friedrich Harding
Friedrich Harding x Dhampir male reader (some mild ❤️)
#Masterlist#male reader#marvel imagine#marvel headcanon#dc imaigne#dc headcanon#star wars imagine#star wars headcanon#slasher imagine#slasher headcanon#rick and morty headcanon#rick and morty imagine#one punch man imagine#one punch man headcanon#call of duty imagine#call of duty headcanon#pokemon imagine#pokemon headcanon#the boys imagine#the boys headcanon#harry potter imagine#harry potter headcanon
695 notes
·
View notes
Text
PROLOGUE: The King Is......
❝Bast... time is running out. Please allow me to heal my brother of this illness... and I will never question your existence again.❞
Shuri storms into her lab moving with frantic urgency. WDG scientists work nervously as you followed behind Shuri, desperate for updates on T'Challa. Your heartbeat accelerated anxiously as you observed from a far. You wanted to help Shuri to increase the chances of T'Challa's survival.. But the stubbornness and determined princess told you to stay put. She was capable of doing this by herself.
"His heart rate is dropping fast. Where are we? Griot give snu the controls."Shuri takes control of the holograms as they appear. The double elix shifts from green to red. Shuri's eyes dart desperately over the holographic model."What is the confidence rate??" The lab's A.I. responds over speakers. "25%."
"We'll have to try another way." Shuri curses under her breath as she attempts to find a different way. There has to be a different way. Your brows furrowed, concern etched on your features. This was not going too well.
"King T'Challa's heart rate has fallen to 31 beats per minute." You approached her closely, ready to aid your friend if she needed you to. Stress, frustration and sadness was all mixed expressions on both of your faces and it was even worse for Shuri. She couldn't risk loosing her older brother. Not today, not now, not ever.
You tried to hold your composure as much as you could but with the passing of time and the slightest movement of progression, you were going to snap at any moment.
"Shuri, perhaps you leave it to me and go be by T'Challa's side-"
"No!" Shuri shakes her head, her voice beaming with anger. Why wasn't this working?! Out of all the times she helped her brother, why wasn't it working like last time? "I have to think. Everyone, get out!"
Shuri adjusts an equation and the Helix Model turns red. "What's the confidence rate?!"
"Print it." Shuri runs over to a 3D printer, where lasers begin to build a mature Heart Shaped Herb Seed."The synthetic herb will have a less than 30% chance of effectiveness." It warned.
"I DON'T CARE!" Come on, come on, come on. She thinks to herself. Tears well in Shuri's eyes as the herb is printed. She pulls it out and turns for the door, stopping as she spots her mother. There was a dreadful look in the Queen's eyes. Empathy, disappointment, and an level of overwhelming sadness that only a mother can comprehend.
"Griot, what is my brother's heart rate?"
The gut in your stomach drops with the lack of response from the ai. Your chest tightens as you suspected the news no one was would ever be fully prepared for. No. It couldn't.
"The king...." Queen Ramonda speaks up, her words falling to silence as she pauses. Her gaze flicks between you and Shuri. It lingers on you a while longer. "Your brother...is with the ancestors."
[MISC]
[NEXT CHAPTER]
#x reader#female reader#afab reader#spoilers for wakanda forever#spider woman reader#spidersona#dark namor x reader#namor of talokan x reader#namor x reader#namor x black reader#black panther wakanda forever x reader#black panther x reader#tchalla & reader#shuri & reader
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Fables and Parables 2/5
Pairing: Namor x Black!Reader
Chapter Summary: you begin to feel the affects of the curse.
Warning: NON-CON, religious themes, non-consensual voyeurism, magical sex pollen, dream-walking, mentions of abortion, attempted forced pregnancy.
PART ONE
It rained the next day.
It's so bad that you're forced to braid your hair. The gel wasn't working and the frays of your edges curled underneath the humidity.
Lucky you, but that's not where your bad day ended, of course not.
The storm had forced you all inside, the rain battering against the very thin walls of the hostel. All plans for exploration were delayed. Quickly, your discomfort turned into irritation and then your period started. Of course it did. Thankfully, there was no blood yet but it was the beginning of it. You could feel it in the twist of your gut, the odd ache in your pelvis. It's so subtle that it could’ve passed a stomach ache
But you've never felt your stomach twist like this before. Like there was a needle in your guts that pulled and twisted.
So yeah, you were on your period and the weather was shit and you were starving. But you didn’t mind, you really didn't. Until then it rained the next day and the day after that and you never bled.
“It’s global warming,” your roommate whispered, her face still shoved into her book. 'Art and Society of Mayan culture ' it read, the bind of it worn and dirty.
You relaxed in your own bed. Your leg splayed off the edge.“-just think about it,”
“I'm thinking about it,” You lied. Because you’ve actually been reading the same ‘Wikipedia’ page for the last five minutes and you were afraid that if you moved a muscle, something just might burst.
The other didn’t know this though. How could she? So she rolled her eyes, lips pinched. “Im serious,”
“I mean it's May—May," she turned a page, "We're supposed to be touring temples but instead we're-" she looked over at you and then winced. "-I actually don't know what you're doing,"
"Waiting for this bootleg ibuprofen to kick in," you muttered, your phone now fallen asleep. You took a strangled breath.
"I don't think it's working,"
“Are you sure you don't want tea?” she asked cause she was nice and didn’t know that every word she spoke made you want to bite bricks. You shoved your head into the pillow and tried to suffocate yourself. “Nah, rather vomit,” Last night, you only had one cup and instantly spat it out. You’d rather stick to sink water.
“I think I'm just gonna die here,” you groaned, ‘cause it would just be your luck really. Then you curled into a ball, your arms wrapped around your knees. The position only made it worse. Tears pricked in the corner of your eyes.
The woman sucked her teeth, “Right, die in a run down hostel, in the middle of nowhere, that's not inconsiderate,”
“Kindly fuck off,”
“To get tea? Yeah I'm suddenly in the mood,” you shot the woman a glare, and suddenly it's her that's ignoring you. The look on her face smug as she jumped into some trousers and walked out the door.
You took the moment to look out the window. It faced the front streets, above all the pop shops and grocery bags. Below you, people ran to get away from the onslaught. No one wanted to drive today, clearly. People bustled in the streets, business men went home and school children ran with their bags over their heads. Anything to get out of the rain.
Except one, a lone figure at the edge of the sidewalk, who stood straight, unaffected. He did not wear an umbrella or a raincoat for that matter. Instead, his shelter was the leaves of the sidewalk trees. It flicked and fettered over him, it also did a shit poor job of actually keeping him dry. He looked at your Hostel. Unmoving. In your delusion, he was also blue, he looked very very blue.
Your face pinched and then the needle in your stomach twisted and your intestines curled and you forgot all about it. At least some people didn’t mind the rain.
—-
It never stopped raining. Not truly. It might've drizzled, or splashed or allowed a pause within the bulging of clouds and the clap of thunder but it never actually stopped. Not for more than a few minutes anyway.
Time only existed within the ratatat typing of rain. Between the moment where it splashed and melded into the streets.
You didn't know what was more irritating, the cramps or that sound. After a few moments, your roommate picked the sound and that was all you needed to hear before you popped another ibuprofen and migrated to the play rooms of the hostel.
Play room was stretching it though. It was simply a small living room with an ancient boxed tv and folding chairs. It's crowded when the two of you get down there. An odd mix of your classmates and other residents and they’re all watching the news on the weather.
‘Unexpected’ they said, ‘unlikely to stop anytime soon,' which in other words meant your earlier sentiment was right.
You were never leaving this hostel and you were all feeling it. You've never felt so bored, so hungry. And the daily work assignments and sandwiches in the fridge weren't cutting it. You guys were going to have to leave the hostel for food eventually. Maybe that's why you were feeling the way?
It was a good hypothesis as the pangs in your belly tightened. You've never felt a hunger like this before. Strong and potent.
So, a few hours later you're outside now. A few blocks away from the hostel and filled with enough ibuprofen that it might not be the storms that’ll kill you. There's only one grocery store on your street. It's an artificial beacon of fluorescent lights, the door rung when you opened it.
With wobbly knees, you walked inside and the weather followed. A man with a mop looked up and glared at you. You ducked into one of the aisles.
You needed something sweet, something heavy. Bread? No. Ice cream? You ran through each aisle. And then you walked and then your just sort of sludged your way around. Each movement made the world curl into itself, your floor tilted beneath your feet.
By the time you actually got to the front again nothing looked appealing. Tortilla bread suddenly looked too heavy and chorizo looked too much. You looked at your basket, lips downturned.
Maybe you should just get a drink instead. But even that made you want to curl into yourself. Soda was too much. A lemonade too sweet. What about water? At that your stomach twisted and turned, cold than hot. The cashier looked at you plainly.
“¿Eso es todo, señora?" you blinked.
He was an older man, with sunken eyes and gray hair that was long but tied into a tight ponytail. He gave off a scent of artificial pine tree, his fingers battered with callouses. He had a gold tooth and his shirt, although clean, was translucent due to the rain that battered through the window every time a customer came in.
You licked your lips, warmth in your belly overflowed. You wondered if he’d let you get on your knees. If all it would take was a look and sweet words before you led yourself behind the counter-
“señora?” the man's voice boomed you out of your thoughts, you flinched back. “Sorry, I-” you shook your head, “¿Tienes uh agua?”
His eye twitched. “pasillo 10,”
Your mouth went dry. You looked to the back aisle, at the long tiled floors that seemed to drag on forever. On a back shelf the water sat pretty. You licked your lips again. Something in you bloomed. It was exactly what you needed. Water.
With a fevered glance back, you battered your fingers against the counter. One gallon would be just as much as the food. It looked more appetizing too, like it would belly over the thirst that ran in your tummy.
Like a great way to wash the taste of the man off your tongue.
You shook your head, “Actually-”
“-¿Te importaría conseguirlo para mí?” the man just looked at you, their mouth downturned. He looked ready to stay no.
The aisle wasn’t that far away. And anyone with working legs would be able to make it to the back. But something in your face made the man's face relaxed, the corner of his lips pinched. “fine,” then with a glance, “Pero no vomites en mi suelo,”
Unlikely. In fact vomiting was a very real possibility. You felt it in your throat, in the overtone and queasiness that slobbed in your tummy.
You looked at him as he left. Watched the skin on his back, the sweat that twinkled down his spine. Your stomach flipped and turned. Suddenly, your hands were clammy and your lips dry. What kind of hunger was this?
What kind, made you want this? Claws in your back, and kisses on your chest. You wanted it bad, like a bird wanted murder and a plant water, it was a need, a cancer that furloughed in your deepest cavities and bloomed. Ricocheting like a bullet before you fell to your knees and vomited it all out.
—
You don't go out much after that.
#namor x reader#namor x fem!reader#namor x black reader#namor x y/n#namor x you#namor smut#namor x black!reader#namor x f!reader#black panther smut#namor fics#black panther fic#namor lemon#tw: noncon#tw: dark content
168 notes
·
View notes
Text
In The End, I Gave In
Summary: Namor makes a proposal: his body in exchange for the princess and the scientist's freedom
Warnings: 18+ ONLY/ Minors DNI, Angust, Sex, Apologies, Crying, Creampie, Passionate sex, size difference, smut, soft!dom!, slight degradation, unprotected sex (don't do that wrap this thing), aftercare, curse words, breeding kink. Dark!Namor
A/N: English is not my mother tongue. I apologize for any errors.
A/N: I went back! And to celebrate my return, here's a story about the dark water father
Work count: 2.000
🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊🌊
“Are you coming?”
You hesitated then. There was no turning back, since you had already made the deal with him and had followed him to his cabin. Your stomach was churning with excitement and fear. Backing out was out of the question. In normal situations you could make up an excuse and leave in an Uber, but being in a situation where the liberation of an African princess, a young college student and world peace were in your hands there was no way to back out.
“I’m going.” You said trying not to stutter.
You followed him inside. Your throat was dry, your stomach was churning and your heart was beating so hard in your chest that the sound echoed through the room. After all, backing out was out of the question.
“Are you afraid of me?” He asked.
“No.” You whispered.
“Then why don’t you look me in the eye?”
You sighed and turned to look him in the eye, trying to convey the idea of trust, but he was an experienced and clever man. You smelled of fear and regret. You were shaking like an animal about to be slaughtered and in a way you were; a small fish in a shark’s den.
“I just want this to be over soon.” You said, looking at him genuinely.
“You can give up.”
“We both know that’s not possible. Just take what you want.”
You moved closer to him until you were close. He raised a hand and stroked the line of your jaw with his index finger. There was a passionate glint in his eyes.
“Hurrying won’t get you anywhere, young lady.” He said, he was so close now that your noses were practically touching.
“Just tell me what I have to do.”, you whispered.
“Just relax, my girl. I’ll take good care of you.”
Namor’s hands ran down your sides, then stopped just below your breasts covered by a green cotton bra, caressing them with his calloused fingers. You shivered, biting your lower lip. You placed your hands on Namor’s chest, offering him a forced smile. You pushed him away and walked to the wall full of drawings with Mesoamerican features just to breathe and try to calm your heart.
You shivered when you felt his breath on the shell of your ear. Your body shuddered, gripping the hem of your blouse tightly. Namor bit your earlobe, sinking his sharp canines in. The presence of the man behind you, caressing the sides of your body and leaving trails of bites and hickeys on your neck. He had hidden his face in the curve of your shoulder, pressing wet kisses to the exposed skin there. Slowly but skillfully, he undid the buttons of your blouse one by one. Once your blouse was off your body, he pulled your bra hard to rip it off, exposing your breasts. The cold of the room hit you, your skin shivering. You wanted to cover your breasts, push him away, walk away. No man had ever seen you like this. His hands grabbed your breasts; caressing the soft flesh and pinching your nipples until they were erect, hard and sensitive to the touch. A sigh escaped you. You had been waiting a long time for this. Waiting for the right man who would be the first and the last. Now, here you were giving up your virginity in exchange for freedom. It felt so wrong and so right at the same time, it felt right that he was first, but wrong how things were arranged.
Your breath caught in your throat as Namor pulled your jeans down with your panties coming right after. And just like that, your body was exposed to your captor. Your skin was hot all over. Namor took off your golden adornments and placed them on the wooden table. He dragged his hands down your body from your breasts to your belly, stopping just inches before your pussy. Your legs were closed and rigid, preventing any contact.
“Open your legs.” He ordered.
You didn’t want to obey him; you wanted to push him away and run away from there. Go far away with Riri and all this mess with underwater nations and vibranium. You wished you hadn’t agreed to participate in this project alongside your roommate. It was just a childish idea, you had thought at the time, the metal was untraceable. But fate seemed to have played a trick on you with a corrupt professor who sold the project to the American government, the princess and the bald warrior in your dorm and now the leader of a great nation taking away your innocence.
“No.” You said trying to sound brave, but it came out as a weak whisper.
Namor didn’t seem willing to argue he just grabbed your right thigh and pinched it hard until you screamed and your legs parted involuntarily. He flicked your clit a few times with his middle finger, and then rubbed it slowly in circles. A sound of pleasure escaped your mouth, your head tilted back. He went faster, rubbing his finger back and forth between your wet folds. Namor pushed one finger inside and then another. You cried out at the new sensation.
“Tight. So tight.” He said in your ear. “I need to prepare you well, my girl.”
You thought you should be offended and angry, but for some reason, you weren’t. He opened and closed his fingers like scissors, touching a very sensitive spot; you moaned even louder and pushed your hips back, seeking more contact.
“Please...” You whispered between pathetic moans and supplications. He continued to move his fingers inside you and with his thumb he rubbed your swollen and sensitive clitoris. That was enough to make you tremble, your lower abdomen contract and your legs weaken. You exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm that took the air from your lungs.
Your body was limp and trembling with small spasms caused by the climax, your clitoris throbbed and your pussy gushed with excitement. Namor removed his fingers from inside your pussy. You dared to look down only to find his fingers wet and your thighs moist.
“What a good girl.” He purred in your ear. “If I were young and a little foolish I would have married you. A wet and willing woman is very rare these days.”
You wanted to slap him to death. You weren’t willing, you never were! He had compelled you to do this with a promise of peace and freedom for you and your fellow inmates.
“I’m not willing.” You replied between breaths.
“If you weren’t, your pussy wouldn’t be this wet.” He pressed his body against yours and you could feel his cock in your ass. “You’ve been attracted to me since you arrived, girl. All it took was for me to push you over the edge.”
“I hate you!”
“Good. Hatred is better than indifference.”
You heard Namor undo the thick belt and then take off the thong. Anticipation was growing in your stomach. For a few seconds nothing happened. You didn’t dare turn your head to watch him, until you felt the head of his cock brushing against your opening.
It takes a few tries to locate your virgin slit, he grabs your hips, and uses his cock to slam against your pussy, sliding in a single thrust. Namor was pushing in slowly, but you were shaking all over. In pain, you reached back and placed a hand on his hip, stopping him like a silent plea. He understood and waited.
A few moments passed before he started thrusting again. It was slow, but he was pounding hard. You propped yourself up on your tiptoes and spread your open hands on the mural, trying to get comfortable, trying to forget the pain. He was big, thick and relentless. You could feel him so deep inside you that not even your vaginal lubrication was able to soothe the discomfort. When he began to thrust, moving your hips towards his cock, you let out sounds through your mouth and tears in your eyes.
“Stop...” You swallowed the rest of the sentence when he contoured his hand to your clitoris and stimulated it, causing a feeling of discomfort and pleasure. It was sensitive and hard. “No... Stop...”
He didn't listen to you. His thrusts became faster, stronger, and you could feel your breasts swaying with the force he exerted. You closed your eyes tightly, unaccustomed to the idea of sharing your body, unaccustomed to the idea of having someone inside you. Tears began to fall, Namor's fingers continued to work even faster and his cock was relentless inside you. In and out, out and in.
“Good girl, good girl, good girl.” He murmured between moans and growls of pleasure. “So good. Such a good girl with such a tight, wet pussy.”
Namor pressed your clit hard and you came again, this time around his cock. Your eyes closed with a loud moan as heat coursed through your body. Your walls clenched around him, he purposefully fucked you hard, riding out his own release. He fucked you harder, faster, and more relentlessly. You screamed as he slammed into you one last time, spilling all of his cum inside your pussy.
He stayed inside you for a few moments, breathing heavily in your ear. With a long sigh of completion, he patted your ass and pulled away. For a while, you both sat in silence, catching your breath until you looked down and noticed a pearly tear running down your legs to the floor. You turned around suddenly, furious, and screamed at him. “What’s your problem? You came inside me. I’m not on the pill.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He said, not really paying attention to the problem. He was getting dressed; covering his softening cock with his thong and covering his forearms with vibranium jewelry. You slid against the wall until your bare ass was on the floor, naked and curled up, too embarrassed to move.
“I can’t have a baby.” You whispered, fighting back the tears and the trembling in your chest at the possibility of having conceived a child with this man.
“It would be a great honor for you to carry my child.” He said, looking at you. “But I will ask my servant to make an herbal infusion. Now, get dressed and go back to your friends.”
He finished getting dressed and walked over to your version huddled against the wall. You were shaking with cold, shame and pleasure. That man was capable of taking all of that out of you. He crouched down until he was at your height and, for the first time, you really saw him. Looking deep into his onyx-colored eyes.
“Will you keep your promise?” You asked. He took a while to answer. His eyes seemed conflicted as if a dispute was taking place inside him. With a very long sigh, Namor stood up and looked down at you. In that position he looked even more imposing and you small and pathetic.
“Yes.” He said simply before turning and walking away, leaving you alone behind.
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.5
in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.
hiraeth ( namor ) wattpad | oc version!
PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5
Tag list :
@f1uveryys @xxmilli @ethereal-athalia @cyberficlya @complete-randomness-2 @bobateaae @lunamoonbby @kpopgirlbtssvt @lazyassfinals @ilovehobi101 @r3dc4ndy @puzzlemastersworld @namorlover @happycupcakeenthusiast @kakimakiloh @glaciuswduo @disaster-in-waiting @givemefiction2 @phoenixgurl030 @monbebefan247 @intense-sneezing @simp2537 @lokidbadguy @lovenewfandoms @spookymicrowave @sofi1sstuff @astrogyen @queensarmy @roxytheimmortal @ducttapewizard
YOU FELT LIKE YOU WAS SINKING, sinking deeper and deeper into an abyss of darkness. You felt like you was suffocating, you couldnt see anything- your lungs felt heavy as if cement had dried within them.
Your eyes snap open wide, trickles of cold sweat runs down your skin, your back wet as if water had been splashed on to it.
Room spinning around, spiraling until it abruptly stop - gaze being met with a rocky ceiling where tendrils of blue light hung from it-your vision still blurry.
You closes your eyes, eyelashes drenched with tears, underneath your eyes wet and jaw stung. You breaths slowly, chest heaving up and down in an unrhythmical manner.
You moved your body slightly, mind still feeling fogged- only for your heart to skip a beat when your whole body seemed to move to the side, you did it again only for yourbbody to move to the other side.
You blink your eyes a few times, gently lifting your upper body up, the place you slept on felt unstable as your vision was much clearer - your eyes widen to find that you was in a cave and that you was laying on a hammock. The cave was adorn by what looked like blue lights giving the place a suttle blue glow.
Your heart starts to beat widley, throat parch and skin feeling clamy.
'Where am I..?' You thought, trying to figure out whether you was still dreaming but reality crashed upon you as memories from last night came crashing down, breath hitching as you can suddenly feel the cold harsh rain that fell on you, the pain that was on your right ankle and Huracan's enraged father.
You shake your head slightly to get rid of those thoughts as your fingers suddenly felt something soft underneath your touch- it was blankets that were neatly placed on you , you quickly removed it to look down at your right ankle, only to find it was wrapped in bandages, gently you moved it to the side and felt a slight pain.
It was less painful then you thought it would be causing your brows to furrow slightly.
Your eyes move up your body to find that you was now in a cream colored dress that had turquoise embroidery at the edges, the fabric felt extremly soft agaisnt your skin as you lift your arm to see it was a long sleeved dress.
The sound of footsteps echoing agaisnt the cave grabs your attention as you divert your attention towards the sound, heartbeating faster as your gaze is met with a woman- her skin is a marvelous shade of cerulean similar to Huracan's.
Your throat ran dry, the feeling of fear sinking within you when the lady made eye contact with you, the mask covered her mouth and nose, but you could still see the frown behind it.
You watched as the woman came towards the place you was, a tray was in her hands as she came towards you, the both of you making eye contact but the woman breaks it to leave the tray down on a small crafted table that was placed close to where the hammock was.
The woman did not say anything and just walks away leaving you restless s you gaze down at the tray to see it was filled with a variety of fruits- some you recognized and some you had never seen your whole life.
'Could she be related to Huracan?' You thought, mind a mess as yourbanxiety was slowly surfacing.
'Why did they not leave me on the beach?' Or 'Why did he not kill me?' You thought as no formidable answer came to mind making you feel even more anxious as your thoughts are once again interrupted by footsteps , gaze once again lifting up only for your eyes to widen slightly- it was Huracan's father.
Every step the king took was elegant and filled with authority. He still had that aura of regality with him, if not it was much stronger due to the cape he now adorned which was tucked into golden plates of armor on his shoulders.
What you noticed about him was that his skin didn't turn into a shade of cerulean nor did he wear any apparatus with water in it- you was curious but your fear was even greater.
He now stood a few feet from the hammock you sat on. The king's eyes held a look of apathy towards you, making you feel like you wanted to dissolve into nothing under his gaze.
"You're finally awake." The king breaks the silence between the two of you, gaze never leaving you as he continued to speak.
"To expiate for the way I behaved towards you in such a hostile manner last night, I have brought you here so that my healers can help and assist to heal you much faster." K'uk'ulkan states, voice echoing through out the cave- sending chills to spiral down your spine.
Feeling great trepidation, you gave a small nod and mumbled a soft 'thank you'.
K'uk'ulkan could see the uneasiness bubbling within you, the way you anxiously let your fingers dig into the blankets that surrounded you.
He was extremly grateful towards you for saving and nourishing his son but he couldn't fully trust you— your acts of kindness could have a hidden ulterior motive yet he took the risk because of his son's attachment towards you.
K'uk'ulkan was just going to leave you on the beach- that being his way of showing gratitude by not killing you for finding out about the Talokanils existence but seeing his son cry over your body, pleading him to save you- he could not just leave you, leading to you being brought here to heal.
You finally mustered the courage to ask him where you was but the sound of feet pattering agaisnt the floor echoed through out the cave as from a conner Huracan appears, a large smile graced upon his face from behind his apparatus.
Your eyes widen, an unknown smile gracing your features as the king looks away from you and towards the young boy that entered the place he was not allowed to.
"Hura what are you-"y/n!" The child excitedly shouts cutting his father's words and runs past him, only to head towards you.
"Huracan, wow ! Slow dow-" your words being muffled when the boy jumps and hugs you tightly almost dropping the both of you off the hammock as it sways unsteadily.
Hauran was elated at the sight of you still being alive, his arms rung around you tightly. He was anxious the whole night about you, pestering his father non stop- he just so happened to sneak up to the surface when he saw his father going and to his luck found you awake again.
"I'm so happy you are alive!" The boy cried out and finally let's go of you, only to cling onto your arm and take a seat on the Hammock.
You roll your shoulders due to the boy hugging you so tightly and the fact that his hug was almost bone crushing.
"Huracan, stop being clingy- you might hurt her even more." The king sighs out tiredly ,cautiously watching as you gave Huracan a gentle side hug.
"Hurcan seems to have taken a great liking towards you , usually he finds it hard to trust others and to create a bond with them." The king says in english towards you as you finally look up to make eye-contact with him, his brown eyes were not as harsh as they were last night but you could still see the uneasiness swirling with in them.
"I guess I am honored to earn his trust" you say thoughtfully as you swallow thickly.
" I would have not had anyone to assist me since I live alone, so once again thank you urm.." your words dying down slightly towards the end since you didn't know what to call the man.
"Namor." He states not too keen on allowing you to call him by his real name as he was still wary about you.
"K'uk'ulkan!" the boy says suddenly and points an accusing finger towards his father- who gave the young child a firm look.
"It's Namor to her, my child." K'uk'ulkan says, Huracan could only retaliate by sticking his tongue out towards his dad, this causing you to let out a stifled laugh which caused K'uk'ulkan to glare at you instantly cutting short your laugh.
"Y/n! you must eat, so you can get better! " the child says, lifting up what looks like a piece of melon towards you as you give the boy a smile as you understood what he meant from his gestures.
"It's okay, Hura. I'm not hungr-gwh" he pushes the small piece of melon into your mouth cutting your words as you was forced to take a bite.
You chewed the fruit slowly causing Hurcan to smile widely and feel happy that now he can take care of you.
K'uk'ulkan watched the two interact , he felt a slight pang of jealousy towards you, the surface dweller because you was able to form such a close relationship with the child.
Ever since Hurcan's mother's passing- the boy and his father's strong relationship was slowly breaking, K'uk'ulkan had made a promised to the young child that he won't let anything happen to his mother but that promise was broken along with Huracan's trust for his father when Huracan found his mother unmoving, the illness she had- had won against them leaving behind a heartbroken child and father.
note !
hi guys ! pls do reblog , like and share if you enjoyed < 3
also if you want, you can check out this one-shot namor x reader request i have written , it's a soulmate au ♡
𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 , namor x fem! human reader pt.1 ( soulmate au! )
Here's part 6
#namor the sub mariner#black panther#marvel mcu#namor fic#namor fanfiction#namor of talokan#namor fluff#namor x reader#namor smut#namor x y/n#prince namor#namor x you#kulkukan#k'uk'ulkan x reader#k'uk'ulkan x you#mcu x you#mcu#mcu namor#mcu smut#namor wakanda forever#wakanda forever
537 notes
·
View notes
Text
Hope
Pairing: Doctor Stephen Strange x Reader, America Chavez
Summary: You & America watch Kamala's DNC acceptance speech.
Warnings: Not much it’s mostly fluff. Story is political in nature. A little inspiration from Rogue One.
I'm back, baby! This is just a short little blurb, but there will be more & longer new stuff soon.
You knew you were staring at the future in more ways than one. Your heart was feeling lighter, and the dark storm clouds of what could be receding in your mind. The sunshine warmth of hope once again present as you watched the awe struck look on America's face as she watched Kamala Harris accept the Democratic nomination for President of the United States.
A woman, and not just any woman, but a woman of color, standing poised and ready to lead the country. You remember watching Hillary accept the nomination in 2016 with a sense of solidarity and the thought of “it's about damn time” planning in your head, but even then, it didn't feel like this. Why was it different this time? Why was the thought of a female president so energizing?
Maybe it's because now you and Stephen essentially had a teenage daughter to raise. Or by New York's phrasing, that you were legal guardians of. Maybe it's because of the fall of Roe and having to once again fight for rights that had been legally protected for nearly half a century. Maybe it's because of all the other rights and freedoms that were now openly under attack from the right and the Supreme Court. Maybe it's because you were technically a childless cat lady, at least by the other parties own wording, and you wanted to make damn certain Vance knew you did in fact have a direct stake in where your country was going. You just wouldn't be going back to the past.
You were both unaware of the sorcerer standing in the doorway, carefully studying both of you. His movements towards the loveseat you were sat in eventually making you turn your attention to him. A soft, sweet smile on his face as his lowered himself to sit next to you. Immediately putting an arm up for you to settle in under. Your body instinctively curling into his as your attention drifted back to the television.
The sound of applause and cheers erupted from the convention crowd, and balloons came toppling down on both the stage and the crowd. Kamala Harris now stood with her family, her husband, and two step-children on one side of her. On the other side was her vice presidential pick, Tim Walz, and his family. Smiles and laughter filling the screen.
Their joy was palpable, and their smiles were contagious. America wore a matching one, and now so did you. Even Stephen was smirking as he watched you both.
He leaned in and placed a kiss on the side of your head, brushing your hair back to see your face clearly. Seeing the wheels turning in your mind, he couldn't help but posit a question. A serene smile on your face as you moved to snuggle into Stephen's side.
“What's going on in there?”
Without looking away from your adopted daughter and her elation, you answered.
“Hope.”
--------------------------------
Back to Main Masterlist
Stephen Strange Taglist: @starkiller-queen @glitterylokislut @verycollectivecreator @chatampr @maskmare931 @lovecleastrange @wheredafandomat @mkixx @evelynrosestuff @katefullerrr @littlepinknightmare @foofarny @stygianoir @saturnsbabe69 @blaxdet @blackrose-92 @ironstrange1991 @rindulacre @nancy-thompsons @wolfatheartandsoul @dangerouslittlefairy @n0obmaster-69 @oliveoilthoughts @onebatch--twobatch @yourmajesty13 @blondekel77 @lil-sweater-slut @gwephen @taramaria @sinceimetyou @slashersrus @coeurgrenaty @cc13723things @just--a-magpie @supervengerslock @strangelock @dont-feel-so-good-peter @kingsmanperfecthartwin @ghost-lantern @inlovewithloki16 @thefalconandthewinterwidowshield @itssmaugtheterrible @katherinemaximoff @veryfancydoilies @cute-angi @mochacake2016 @prix19 @alexfanficnook @anotheroddfish @namor-is-the-way @xourownsidee @baes-x @dreamingsmile @negar77rd @imaginesfreetotake @ppatricia34me @rougepetale @tis-vereon @divinearchangel @sherlux @hiddlechive @ginnykate @thatesqcrush @friendofplenti @yuugenmomo @holdmyowos @the-royal-petals @lokislov3 @captaincarmel164 @lucimorningst4r @mydearalmira @petalcranberry @singhfae @emotionsareforuglypeople @trappedinlimbo15 @veryladyqueen @icytrickster17 @kentucky-criedfricken @briefhandsstudenttoad @calamityismyspecialty @sinisterstrange616 @patbrdac @trojanaurora @azu21 @massivehahaao3tree @strangesgirl @rmoonstoner @aphroditesdilemma @asgards-princess-of-mischief @aphroditesdilemma
#doctor strange#stephen strange#doctor strange x reader#stephen strange x reader#doctor strange x you#stephen strange x you#dr. stephen strange#america chavez#marvel multiverse#multiverse of madness#doctor strange fanfiction#adopted daughter America Chavez#benedict cumberbatch#stephen strange fluff#doctor strange fluff#america chavez fluff#marvel fluff#doctor stephen strange#stephen strange fanfiction#america chavez fanfiction#doctor strange in the multiverse of madness#marvel mcu#marvel fanfiction#strange family#political fanfiction#marvel fic#mcu fanfiction#mcu fic#marvel crossover#mcu crossover
29 notes
·
View notes
Text
Call You Amor
K'uk'ulkan x Reader
Summary: Patience is something we all have to learn, even Gods. Even Gods who just confessed their love.
K'uk'ulkan was a patient man. Having lived as long as he have, he learned the importance of timing and patience.
He was patiently waiting for you as well.
Despite being a 'surface dweller' he quickly fell in love with you.
He was a patient man.
But he also found himself walking along the banks of your home town, hoping and begging for his God so he could see you.
He went, day after day.
He felt stupid now, stupid for telling you to take your time, stupid for saying he can wait even years for an answer.
He wanted to make you feel comfortable and now he was regretting it.
This anxiety was eating him alive.
It distracted him from his duties as the leader of Talokan.
But he wanted you, he needed you. And he needed an answer to his confession.
As it soon got dark, K'uk'ulkan headed back to his home. He didn't sleep but he did manage to rest a little.
The next morning, he did what he had been doing for the past three days.
He dealt with his duties and soon after swam to the beach. He walked out of the water and to his surprise, there you stood.
He noticed the shell he gave you to call him in your hands, your shaking hands.
"I thought I had to place it in the water to call you." you said as you walked over.
"Could you please just... tell me your decision, I beg of you to put me out of my misery."
You smiled a little, he was a man after all, no matter how much he tried to assure you that he could be patient.
"We are very different. You live in the ocean, lead your people, hide from my people. At first, I thought it would be impossible. How could you ever like me to begin with, especially with your hatred towards my people. You said I can decide whether I should call you Namor like your enemies." you watched as his hand moved into a fist, he looked away from you. "And I so decided to call you a different name, neither K'uk'ulkan nor Namor. I wish to call you Amor." his eyes snapped back up at you. He muttered something in his mother tongue, something you couldn't quite understand.
"I thought you were rejecting me."
"I thought about it. Because of our differences. I fear your people will hate me for I am only a surface dweller. I am no Queen as you claimed I could be." he walked over to you as you finally dropped the shell from your hand, his moved to your waist and pulled you in.
"Say it to me, please."
"I wish for you to court me. I wish to be yours. For now, it will be enough."
"And in the future?"
"I could be delusional. I have wishful thinking, but I can see myself by your side, forever. As a partner, a wife, a Queen. As long as you will have me." he let out a shaky breath. One he didn't even know he was holding.
"I came here, day after day in the hopes of seeing you. For you to accept my confession... I'm overjoyed." he smiled.
What a gorgeous smile he had.
"My Handsome King, I truly don't see how you can find me, out of everyone so interesting."
"You are a rare beauty. You are smart and gentle. Kind yet fierce. I need that in my life."
"So, I remind you of your mother."
"Pardon?"
You laughed at his expression.
"Nothing nothing." you laughed a little as his grip on your tightened.
"Is that some joke between... women?"
"You could say that, yes. A joke. Can I ask my King, to take me on a date?"
"What's a date?" you nearly fell over laughing. He loved to hear your laugh.
"I will dress up nicely and we can meet and talk."
"What's wrong with what you are wearing now? It looks nice enough for me."
"Okay, would you like to go somewhere then?"
"I can't really leave the water."
Problem number 1.
You assumed there will be more along the way, but you were sure you can also deal with them and find solutions.
"Then let's stay here? In case you need to leave, you could go back."
"I will give you this." he reached into the water and you noticed something shimmering in there. He pulled out a necklace made of pearls. "I have been making this since I saw you." he then held the medal in the middle of the pears in his palm. "You just have to whisper to this, and I will come to you, wherever you are." he then placed it around your neck. You touched the delicate jade medal and smiled at him.
"Thank you. I wish I could give you something special as well."
"A kiss would be special enough." he smirked as you smiled.
"Very well." you moved your hand to the back of his neck as he let you pull him in, and you placed a kiss on his lips.
"I will come see you again tomorrow, My Love." he said as he finally let go of you, slowly walking into the sea.
"I hate seeing you leave, but I love watching you go." you said which confused him as he turned to give you a look. "I mean you have a nice... backside."
"So do you." he said and you knew he didn't understand your reference but it was okay.
You will teach him many more things about yourself as you will learn more about him.
You never expected to end up with him, but you were not complaining.
If anything, you were looking forward to tomorrow and the days after.
Namor Taglist: @lunamoonbby
Taglist: @fleursirvart @greenarrowhead @thisismysecrethappyplace @sincerelyfan @theoneanna @aestheticsandmarvel @rororo06 @castellandiangelo @destynelseclipsa @spilledinkindumpster @capsiclesdoll @puknow @alwayshave-faith @alex12948 @lxdyred @imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @praline357 @trshngyn @avengers-r-us @violet-19999 @top1bbgloak @manduse @jacalineiscomingforyou @mandoloriancookie @noname2246
~Masterlist~
ˇAO3ˇ
DO NOT STEAL, REPOST OR TRANSLATE ANY OF MY WORKS
#namor x reader#namor x you#marvel fanfiction#marvel fanfic#marvel#black panther fanfiction#black panther namor x reader#black panther namor#black panther namor imagine#black panther namor imagines#namor imagine#namor imagines#black panther x reader#mcu fanfiction#kukulkan#kukulkan x reader#kukulkan x you#kukulkan imagine#kukulkan imagines#wakanda forever#black panther wakanda forever#x reader#x female reader#x fem!reader
304 notes
·
View notes